In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

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Act 6: The Destiny of Man

Guinevere was silent for a moment.

"…Before I answer, can I ask why you ask this question?"

The indifference and ease he had shown when facing Percival gradually disappeared, and Guinevere's expression was calm but revealed a hint of seriousness.

"Because I noticed that... His Highness almost always avoids my sister when he sees her. Obviously, both my sister and His Highness are very good people..."

Little Percival said somewhat disappointedly.

"That's it."

There was a hint of helplessness in Guinevere's tone.

But if you promised him something, you should complete it.

"...Okay, then I'll tell you."

Her Majesty the Queen with long black hair then sat cross-legged on the green grass and spoke beside Percival.

"I can tell you the whole story, but you need to promise me that you will never tell anyone else. Can you do that?"

"If you can't do it, I won't tell you."

"If you promise me but then break your promise, I will never meet you again."

"Can you do it?"

Percival, who originally wanted to know the truth, was frightened by Guinevere's serious speech and was slightly stunned.

But now that we have come this far.

"——I want to know, and I won't tell anyone!"

Percival said with great certainty.

"Well, that's fine."

Seeing that the young man could not be persuaded no matter what, Guinevere no longer concealed it.

"Well, then, for now, let me tell you a story about a blank space where there was nothing at the beginning."

"One hundred years ago, in the domain of the beautiful Mirror Clan, among the remains of the dragon of Albion, a fairy with no name and no origin was pulled up by the beautiful dragon fairy..."

This story is very long, and it took a long time to tell the whole story over a period of a hundred years.

When Guinevere finished speaking, Percival was still in a daze for a long time.

"So... that fairy is actually..."

The boy, who had come to his senses, was about to guess the name that Guinevere had never mentioned.

"Well, the nameless one, the fairy who was first given a name by His Majesty Morgan, and then given love, is me, Guinevere."

"This is my story, my story for the past hundred years."

"Although it is to explain the whole story between Lancelot and me, in fact, this is also my story."

"...After all, I was born because of Lancelot."

"It's just that I have nothing to do with her now."

Guinevere smiled, and there was no longer any sadness in that gentle and moving smile as usual, as if he was a completely unrelated third party facing something that had nothing to do with him.

"So it's a relationship problem..."

Percival murmured unconsciously, suppressing a voice that he himself might not even be able to hear.

Actually, it seems that my sister is a bit too much...

But my sister seems to be trying to save this relationship.

"Your Highness."

Percival couldn't help asking again: "If, I mean, if..."

"If my sister and His Highness reconcile..."

"I have no reason to be at odds with her. I don't hate her. After all, she gave me a new life."

Guinevere, realizing what Percival wanted to say, simply shook his head slightly, calmly but firmly denying even the slightest possibility.

"She and I are now just simple friends... no, should we say colleagues?"

"Perhaps I once resisted this reality, but after being married to my wife, Her Majesty Morgan, for a hundred years, I have accepted it all."

Although Guinevere's words were not directed to Percival, for some reason, Percival unconsciously felt sad for his unknown sister.

After all, where can we find someone as good as His Highness?

Is Lady Aurora really that important to my sister?

Percival didn't quite understand. His Highness had already said this, and when he thought about what his sister had done a hundred years ago, he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, let's not talk about these unhappy things."

Guinevere saw the silver-haired boy's confusion and embarrassment, so he smiled and said.

"Let's go. You must be tired after practicing for so long. Let's go eat together."

"okay!"

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The Dragon Fairy had never heard of this conversation, nor did he know about it at this moment.

Until night, Guinevere opened the mirror and returned to Camelot, while Percival returned to the orphanage in the beautiful night.

In order to cope with the training that was more rigorous every day than the day before, the children went to bed early after training.

And Balaam was still waiting for Percival to come back.

"Teacher Balan?"

"came back?"

"Ah."

Percival nodded slightly.

"How are you getting along with His Highness?"

"Your Highness is very kind to me, just like..."

"Just like a brother, a big brother, right?"

Balan responded to Percival's possible answer in advance, leaving Percival a little overwhelmed.

"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Balan?"

"No, you didn't do anything, and I don't blame you for anything."

Balan shook his head slightly.

"You are extremely lucky to be favored by both the Fairy Knight Lancelot and the Queen of Spring. I am not jealous of your good fortune."

"Moreover, even if you are not chosen by the Spear of the Chosen in the end, or are eliminated halfway through, you can always rely on the glory of His Highness and Lancelot to gain your freedom."

"...In other words, you already have many things that the children cannot compare to."

Balan's words made Percival slightly stunned.

"Yes, that's right."

The silver-haired boy nodded thoughtfully, but then couldn't help asking, "Then, Mr. Balan, what about everyone else? What will everyone do if the gun is chosen by one of them?"

"...Everyone? Haven't you already seen this?"

Balaam did not show any sensitive behavior or reaction to this issue. He could even be described as calm, indifferent, or even apathetic.

"If you're lucky, you might be recruited as a human guard in the cathedral, or you might be bought by a fairy noble who "uses it well". If you're unlucky, you might be sent to the army or bought by fairies who pool their money together."

There was not much fluctuation in Balaam's tone; he just said this.

There is nothing to be shy about.

Because these things are very common in the Fairy Kingdom.

"I see... Then what about the teacher?"

"What will happen to Mr. Balan after he finishes teaching us?"

"Maybe he can live a few more days, and then he will die."

Balaam did not have much emotion about his own death.

"Eh?"

But when Percival suddenly heard the news of his teacher's impending death and his own indifferent reaction, he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Huh? Why do you look so surprised?"

"Oh, you probably don't know either. I'm already 32 years old this year. The longest lifespan of humans in the Fairy Kingdom is only 40 years. I'm afraid I don't have many days left to live, right?"

Balan smiled, but it was hard to say that the smile of this man, who always had a stern expression on his face, looked good.

"Don't...don't joke like that! Teacher Balan!"

"Oh, this is no joke, Percival."

Balan put away his not-so-good-looking smile and said seriously, "Do you think I live too short a time?"

"No, compared to people of my age and generation, I am undoubtedly already advanced in years. Although my physique is still barely adequate for teaching you, the decline of my vitality is inevitable."

"I can tell you very clearly that I've had enough."

"How many people died within a year after they started sailing? And how many people can live to my age without any harm? These are things I have experienced personally, so I know them all very well."

"I clearly realize that the world of Fairyland is a beautiful hell for us humans."

"From the day we left the human farm, it meant that we existed only to please the fairies and to liven up the fairy society."

"This kind of thing is actually just like the slaves in the book in Drifter... No, maybe it's even worse than slaves."

"As a human, if you want to survive in the fairy kingdom, you have to be on guard every day, because when the fairies are unhappy, they may take your life to vent their anger, and when they are happy, they will also use you for fun."

"I have lived to this age, and I have heard and seen so much, so I am extremely lucky. I am already content, so I am tired, and I want the so-called liberation."

"But you are different. You are still young and have many things to accomplish. My decline is ultimately my own end and has nothing to do with you. It is the end of a person, while you are the beginning of a new life."

"Now do you understand how lucky you are, Percival? The powerful fairy knight Lancelot is treated as your sister by you, and Her Majesty the Queen, who has more power than Lancelot, treats you as her brother. This is an honor that many humans cannot achieve."

Balan patted Percival's shoulder gently.

"I don't know how much freedom people desire, it can easily fall into your hands without even having to make your own choice. Your future is bright, Percival."

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Act 7: Human Will

Percival had forgotten how he returned to his dormitory after Teacher Balan left.

After hearing Teacher Balan's instructions, the night that was once filled with the quiet chirping of insects suddenly became dead silent.

The joy and happiness I had felt after being with His Highness was like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head, chilling me from head to toe.

The happy smile that was originally unstoppable on his face disappeared without a trace.

"Squeak--Gah--"

The wooden door made an unbearable noise, but the children were all asleep and were not woken up by the unpleasant sound of the door opening. However, a boy who lived with Percival was still awake, and when he heard the door opening, he poked his head out of the quilt.

"came back?"

"……Um."

Percival nodded slightly in response to the boy's question, which was tinged with a smile.